With our New Year announcement I'm pretty certain you all expected an earlier blog. Can I blame the snow for the tardiness of my related blog? No? Well I'm gonna anyway.
Here we are minutes after my proposal. Fergus and Guthrie (our Hogmanay visitors) took several pictures and emailed them to Carole. For some reason Carole's forwarded the only one where we look even drunker than we actually were but there you go! For those of you who haven't yet been regaled with the story Hogmanay was actually my third attempt to propose! I'd initially intended to on Monday night, but my attempts to convince Carole of the benefits of an 11.30pm drink in the bar where we first met all those years ago were stymied by her desperation to get home to Inverurie. Take two was the following night (remember Luca was with his Grandparents), and involved an attempt to take Carole out for a romantic meal after work. Again her heels dug in deeper than a BP oil pipe with her preference for a cuddle on the sofa after work/fitness class instead. Thankfully it wasn't strike three at Hogmanay and instead I hit it out the ballpark. Rather conveniently timed when I took her outside was a snow shower with beautiful thick flakes, and the noise of dozens of fireworks going off in the background.
On a different subject, above is a selection of pictures taken on Luca's 3rd birthday. As you can see he loved his Peppa Pig birthday cake!
And, possibly for the first time, I will take no blame for the fuzzy photo's - sadly I was working that day and due to meetings wasn't even able to pop home at lunchtime.
And back to the main theme, I've been asked a couple of times now whether this is a long engagement or not. The answer is - how long is a piece of string? No, the honest answer is we haven't yet discussed any details. Our hangovers on awakening yesterday were on the stiffeningly painful variety!
However, just to give you an idea, it's most likely to be quite small and will - in all certainty - be this year. PS - vote on the new poll on the right hand side please!
"That'll still give you time to grow your hair then". See, I can read my Mum's mind.
Yesterday was a bit of a write off not only due to hangovers and lack of sleep (not in bed until after 3am, then up 5 hours later as Luca announced "I had a nice sleep"!) but also because the snow - as gorgeous as it was at midnight - had refused to stop throughout the night resulting in our being snowed in.
Luca and I did attempt a venture out at one point, to walk out and buy the day's paper from the local shop, but this resulted in our returning in snow filled clothes, sore legs and exasperated hangovers.
The latter affliction obviously being affecting me. That said, Luca did have a small sip of my Jack Daniels and coke before going to bed the night before. I think it will be his last taste for many a year though. "That not taste good Daddy" was his stern faced appraisal.
Today, regrettably, the weather is unchanged. Annoying as there's a million and one things outside the house I need to be getting on with. Still, Luca and I braved the foot and a half deep snow and trudged slowly to the supermarket for urgent supplies. Which turned out to be more tiring than expected. With most paths not having been cleared (incredible how our local council seem to be surprised by this weather EVERY ruddy year) our journey was certainly long and laborious. Is it a surprise I was forced to carry him most of the was home? "I very tired Daddy" and "I very cold too" were two main phrases which, allied with those big sad brown eyes, forced me to relent and sweatily lug his ever increasing bulk home.
Tonight? Again we don't have too many options because of the weather, so I think we'll plump for a home cooked meal (salmon pasta, yum) and a horror movie. "Perfick" as they would say in "Shaun Of The Dead" (Caroles favourite film of all time).
And tomorrow? Hopefully the roads will have been cleared enough to get the cars out again. All being well, we'll get to the swimming pool, cinema and city centre shops. Then home again afterwords to slump down and pat my burgeoning "holiday time" chocolate and mince pie grown belly!
"Hmmmpphhh" I hear the blogs female readers grump in harmony as I inwardly giggle and scratch my skinny butt.....
**Useless fact of the day - According to Google, at 6ft 2 my ideal weight should be between 12 and a half and 14 stone**
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